This Side of Lost

Samantha came home yesterday afternoon and told me that she heard some sad news on the radio: Kirby Puckett had suffered a stroke and was in the hospital. I took some time this morning to check out the news. Actually, it was unavoidable, since it was all over the half-dozen or so baseball news and blogs I generally check. You can think what you will about the things that Kirby was accused of in the past few years, but he was all that was good about Twins baseball for me at a very impressionable age. I'll be praying for him.

I'm home today after waking up feeling pretty terrible this morning. Thankfully my internship is flexible enough that I can make the time up sometime later (probably next week, since it'll be spring break and I'll have some free time). It's been fairly productive, as I've gotten some miscellaneous things done for my internship that I never have time for when I'm actually doing said internship. That and I'm enjoying sitting at home in pajama pants and hanging out with my kitties on a weekday -- something I'm sure I will seldom have opportunity to do once I get a real job.

Unfortunately, my productivity has been hampered slightly. I clicked on this link to a puppy curling game having been warned by the linker that I would not be able to play it only once. This has proven accurate. You, likewise, have been warned.

Speaking of curling, I'm somewhat sorry to say that I didn't catch any of the Olympic curling... or any of the Olympics, really. Not surprising, considering that we don't have cable or any TV reception to speak of, but I feel that I have betrayed my roots somewhat by missing the international coverage of a sporting team that, in the men's case, hails entirely from Northern Minnesota. Sigh.

In other news:

• Samantha's second weekend away was successful, if somewhat exhausting. She reports that Statesboro's first attempt at community theater was not bad, considering. She did really enjoy seeing her "non-artistic" brother Tim singing and acting.
• Meanwhile, I was not successful at much other than eating out too much (again) and watching movies: The Wedding Crashers with Jon on Friday night (hilarious!) and Match Point on Saturday by my lonesome (mostly unimpressive for the first half, and redeemed itself plot-wise in the second half, although acting throughout was lackluster).
• We watched the Oscars last night and were generally entertained. Jon Stewart was lots of fun and we were pleasantly surprised by Crash winning Best Picture. Best line of the evening: "Martin Scorcese, zero. Three 6 Mafia: one."
• Does anyone have any experience with organic peanut butter? I bought some two weeks ago and it has so far proven to be extraordinarily runny. I have scoured the packaging for a "Refrigerate After Opening" label, to no avail. I think I'm gonna put it in there anyway.

Off to pick up Samantha and meet with a possible caterer as the party planning putters along...

EDIT: Kirby Puckett is dead, at 45. I'm going to cry again if I think about this too long. So long, Puck.